With the successful completion of the Thunder Dao treasure technique, Little Point gained a new aura of sharpness. It was as if lightning surged within him, representing supreme strength and extreme yang, fostering a unique charm within his body.
Of course, this was just one of his treasure techniques and did not affect his true temperament. It only added a resolute gleam to his clear eyes.
With his black hair cascading down and having mastered two great treasure techniques, it could be said that his original two divine powers had undergone transformation and sublimation, becoming even more formidable and powerful.
The Monkey Wine’s medicinal effects were incredibly strong. The radiant light around Mu Yan fluctuated wildly, his bones crackling, and his flesh and blood pulsating as they regenerated and reorganized.
Though he was on the brink of death, he was pulled back to life by the divine wine refined from dozens of spiritual herbs. The medicine’s effects were domineering and intense, beginning to reconnect his tendons and bones.
After sitting cross-legged for a day and a night, meticulously operating the talisman, Mu Yan finally recovered. His body was no longer in grave danger; surviving such injuries was truly a miracle.
“It’s really amazing. I’m lucky to have tasted the legendary Monkey Wine. It brings me great comfort,” Mu Yan laughed heartily.
Little Point felt moved. Although Thunder Ancestor’s temperament was fiery and he had subjected him to hellish training over the past month, seeming harsh, he was truly a good person who nearly sacrificed his life for him.
“Very good.” Upon returning to the Sky-Patching Pavilion, Elder Liu also nodded and showed a pleased expression.
“What kind of place is the Ancient Sacred Academy? Can I go in?” Little Point asked.
The two elders sighed and shook their heads.
“It’s actually a small world, opened once every hundred years since ancient times, with the insights and imprints of saints.”
“Unlike the Hundred Broken Mountains, the Sacred Academy is only open to one person or a few.”
Both were regretful. If not for Shi Yi’s exceptional talent, which exceeded their expectations and directly entered, they would have done everything possible to send Little Point in.
Now that it had already closed, it was too late to say anything.
When it would open again was uncertain. Even if the Sky-Patching Pavilion no longer existed, the Ancient Sacred Academy would remain unaffected and would reappear only when the time came.
“There might be insights from predecessors there, which could lead to great fortune. But gaining something means losing something. Though you might avoid some detours, cultivation requires refining the body and character, so a certain process is missing.”
“I see. Then I’ll continue to fight my way through in this mortal world, step by step,” Little Point nodded.
In the following days, Little Point studied treasure techniques, reviewed the bone scriptures, chanted scriptures daily, and solidified the achievements of the past half year. His physical vitality grew increasingly stronger.
“This guy has changed his nature. If it were before, he would have run outside to make trouble,” the Big Red Bird muttered.
“He chants scriptures all day long, sitting there for an entire day, just like those old guys from the Little Western Heaven,” Second Baldy sighed.
“Zing!”
A bolt of lightning struck, making the two of them glow. Then black smoke billowed up as they fell to the ground, twitching uncontrollably.
“How come this guy’s hearing is so sharp? He can hear from such a distance,” they grumbled in frustration.
With the Thunder Law perfected, Little Point’s power had surged rapidly. It could be considered a top-tier treasure technique, making him even more terrifying in a battle.
“Junior brother, there’s a situation.” One day, someone came looking for him.
“What’s going on?” Little Point opened his eyes and stood up.
“There have been some figures appearing outside the mountain gate recently. We caught one, and it turns out to be from the Kun Clan, coming after you,” an elder brother informed him.
Little Point frowned. The four great clans—Li, Yuan, Kun, and Meng—had clashed with him in the Void Divine Realm and had even wanted to kill him for revenge at the Hundred Broken Mountains, but they were almost entirely wiped out.
Now someone had shown up again. It was truly relentless.
“Don’t worry. Junior brother, don’t be afraid. Our Sky-Patching Pavilion has always been united. If you’re in trouble, we’ll all step in. If it gets serious, the elders in the sect won’t stand by,” a group of elder brothers came over.
“Thank you, senior brothers,” Little Point expressed his gratitude.
“What are you waiting for? Let’s go out and show them the might of our Sky-Patching Pavilion,” the Big Red Bird said fiercely, forgetting that it wasn’t a disciple here.
“First, find out who they are and what kind of people have come,” Little Point said, letting the Big Red Bird investigate. This creature was born to be a thief, possessing incredible speed, making it perfect for gathering intelligence.
Soon, the elusive Big Red Bird brought back news. There were many people outside the mountain gate, from various sects.
Little Point frowned. The situation was not good. This was clearly targeting the Sky-Patching Pavilion, and they were all probing for information.
“The four clans—Li, Yuan, Kun, and Meng—have all come. They are targeting you, grinding their teeth with hatred, and have learned that you killed their people at the Hundred Broken Mountains,” the Big Red Bird reported.
“First, inform the elders, and then we’ll take action,” an elder brother said.
A total of several dozen people from the four clans arrived. The disciples of the Sky-Patching Pavilion were more than capable of handling them. However, to be cautious, they still reported to the sect’s elders.
“I’ll go find people,” Senior Brother Wu Feng said. The Genius Camp still had a few people, and there were even more ordinary disciples, while the old monsters’ disciples had not all left.
Before long, several hundred people were gathered, including elder brothers and sisters in their twenties, who had been in the sect for over ten years and were extremely strong.
Little Point was amazed. The Sky-Patching Pavilion was truly united. With just a single call, so many people were gathered. If the disciples hadn’t withdrawn, they might have mobilized thousands.
“Thank you, senior brothers and sisters,” he expressed his thanks.
“Young junior brother, don’t say that. Our Sky-Patching Pavilion disciples can never be bullied. Anyone daring to cause trouble at our mountain gate must be taught a lesson.”
“Exactly. If it were another junior brother being bullied, we would act the same way.”
Little Point looked at the elder brothers and sisters in their twenties, and those of similar or slightly older age, and for the first time felt the significance of the sect, gaining a sense of belonging.
Although he was fearless, being protected by so many senior brothers and sisters felt very warm, and he experienced the harmony and camaraderie within the sect.
“Let’s go give them a lesson. They dare to cause trouble at our Sky-Patching Pavilion and bully our junior brother. Let’s sweep them away.”
A group of people surged out of the mountain gate, and then, like a pack of wolves, with talismans filling the sky, they headed straight for the hiding places of the four clans.
Outside the mountain gate, amidst the green mountains and clear waters, it was still a beautiful scene, even with a medicinal field managed by the sect. However, it had become somewhat neglected recently.
The people from the four clans were stunned. The sudden appearance of so many people and their aggressive advance shocked them, and they quickly counterattacked before starting to flee.
After all, this was the Sky-Patching Pavilion. If things got serious, they would be in trouble. They had only come to wait for an opportunity, hoping to eliminate that Xiong Hai would be ideal, but if not, it was no big deal.
Their main purpose was to probe the strength of the Sky-Patching Pavilion. With the recent external upheavals, it was said that this ancient pure land might undergo significant changes, and many powerful clans wanted to fish in troubled waters.
The ancient pure land had deep foundations. If it were to collapse, the things left behind would be enough to make many clans rise, causing envy among many sects.
“Boom!”
Little Point unleashed a bolt of lightning, knocking down a dozen people in front of him, turning them into charred remains.
“Little brat, you dare to come out?” Someone roared angrily. A middle-aged man, furious because his child was among the dead, turned and charged at him.
Clearly, this was a master whose realm was sufficient to suppress many young practitioners.
“No matter who you are, anyone who causes trouble in the Sky-Patching Pavilion will be killed without mercy,” an elder brother from behind declared. He appeared to be in his mid-twenties to late twenties and soared into the air. A burst of flames erupted, covered with talismans, confronting the middle-aged man.
With a resounding crash, the treasure techniques clashed. The middle-aged man, in his thirties, was overwhelmed, spewing blood and flying out, eventually exploding in mid-air and turning into ashes.
“It’s Senior Brother Lin Mu. He hasn’t left; he’s still teaching in the sect,” many people exclaimed in surprise and then rejoiced.
He was a powerful and talented senior brother, having been in the sect for over ten years, with high prestige and much beloved by the younger disciples.
“You little demon, you’ve gone too far. The Sky-Patching Pavilion is on the verge of collapse, about to fall apart, and you still dare to be so arrogant? Prepare to pay with your life!”
Figures danced as three elders appeared one after another, advancing to attack. One aimed to capture Little Point, another to subdue Senior Brother Lin Mu, and the third to assault important disciples within the sect.
These were fearsome experts, with superior techniques, who had hidden among the crowd and now struck with terrifying force.
“No matter how decayed the Sky-Patching Pavilion is, it’s not a place you can run rampant,” several figures appeared at this moment, crossing the sky and advancing forward.
They were the elders of the sect. The younger disciples were not reckless; they had reported to the sect before coming out and had made preparations in advance.
Boom!
In just a few encounters, the sky was filled with talismans, followed by splashes of blood. The elders of the four clans were killed; they were no match for the sect’s experienced elders.
“Kill!”
Hundreds of disciples surged forward, trapping and suppressing the forces of the four clans.
In the end, Thunder Ancestor Mu Yan personally intervened, chasing after them. A thunderbolt was released, with layers of lightning completely submerging the terrain, and all the experts who had initially attempted to escape were obliterated into calamity ashes.
“Those who dare to offend my Sky-Patching Pavilion will be killed without mercy!” He stood in the air, lightning flashing, his roar shaking the heavens.
In the dark, many forces were astonished and retreated, no longer daring to get too close. Although the Sky-Patching Pavilion was no longer as glorious as before, it was not a place that ordinary people could provoke.
Little Point felt a warm sensation in his heart, feeling very excited. This was the warmth of the sect, united as one, and he felt a growing sense of belonging.
“I didn’t get a chance to show off,” the Big Red Bird complained, having not seized any of the treasure items.
The battle was swift, like a storm tearing through, starting and ending quickly.
As days went by, the number of disciples in the sect dwindled, especially the talented ones like Xiao Tian and Yan Xin, who were finally sent away.
There were still three thousand ordinary disciples in this generation, far too many. The sect decided to send them back to their respective tribes. Those unwilling to leave could stay, but they would be gradually relocated.
Parting was inevitably sorrowful. From now on, some people would be difficult to see again in a lifetime.
Little Point sent off batch after batch of senior brothers and sisters. Before leaving, everyone would pinch his little face, urging him to practice hard and stand tall in the future, surpassing the sacrificial spirits.
At that time, whether the Sky-Patching Pavilion had the divine vine or not, it would no longer fear the outside world.
“You’re so ruthless at such a young age. We have high hopes for you, so keep working hard.”
One familiar face after another, both known and unknown, held great expectations for him. Even in the face of the sect’s calamity, they remained optimistic and full of hope.
Little Point and Qing Feng were also to be sent away, as there could be no further delay. The situation with the sacrificial spirits was dire, with some leaves already turning yellow, unable to sustain much longer.
However, just as they were about to leave, Mu Yan and Elder Liu frowned, receiving urgent news and feeling uneasy. They did not allow the group to set out.
Two days later, a terrifying message arrived: the sect master of the Sky-Patching Pavilion had vomited blood and could not contain a cry of despair.
Mu Yan was enveloped in lightning, overturning a spirit mountain, roaring like an enraged lion, and was utterly frantic.
Even Elder Liu, who was usually like someone who had never fully woken up, was extremely enraged, his eyes emitting a compelling light, coughing up blood in fury.
The higher-ups of the Sky-Patching Pavilion were in turmoil, everyone going mad, unable to endure, their blood boiling.
News came that three out of the seven outposts the Sky-Patching Pavilion had established over the years had been destroyed, with heavy losses among disciples and key figures in the sect, nearly wiped out.
This was the fruit of years of hard work. They had started preparing hundreds of years ago, with everything conducted in secrecy. The seven outposts had been manned by the sect’s true elite.
Such a loss was too great to bear.
“Is the heavens trying to destroy my Sky-Patching Pavilion?” An elder mourned, tears of blood in his eyes.
Little Point was also shocked upon learning this and was deeply saddened. Only recently had he been bidding farewell to those senior brothers and sisters, and now they were separated by the great divide.
He remembered the farewell when they sneaked a drink from the elders’ wine, getting drunk and crying and making noise, promising to rebuild the pure land. It was shocking how soon after, they were forever parted.
There were many senior brothers and sisters he didn’t know, who had helped him fight the forces of the four clans, making him feel very warm and giving him a sense of home.
Unexpectedly, so many were lost so quickly.
He touched his little face, as if he could still feel the sensation of those senior brothers and sisters pinching him, their earnest words filled with hope, only to be separated by life and death so soon.
With three out of the seven outposts destroyed, nearly half of the relocated people from the Sky-Patching Pavilion had been annihilated, and the remaining four pure lands were no longer safe.
The remaining people in the sect could not continue their journey.
The Sky-Patching Pavilion was engulfed in sorrow.
“As long as a single spark remains, it can become a blazing fire in the future.” From deep within the pure land, the sacrificial spirit’s dwelling, came a sigh.
The divine vine revived, glowing with emerald radiance, its words calm, devoid of joy or anger. But if one sensed carefully, there seemed to be a desolate tone as it said, “I have decided to leave the divine seed to protect the reborn Sky-Patching Pavilion in the future.”
“Lord Sacrificial Spirit,” everyone was heartbroken. At this moment, it was clear that recovery was impossible; the sacrificial spirit’s life had reached its end, and the miracle of rebirth could not happen.
“Lord Sacrificial Spirit, please guide us on our path,” many people cried out in despair.
“Fight on. As long as one person survives, the Sky-Patching Pavilion will not be considered destroyed. One day, it will rise from the ashes,” the sacrificial spirit said. It had experienced much from ancient times to now and had paid a heavy price to protect the pure land.
At this moment, it rose from the ground, the emerald radiance piercing the sky, with divine chains of order weaving through the air, and said, “The battle has begun. My enemies have arrived.”
In the distance, a terrifying aura surged. The sky was covered by divine rings, with supreme beings looking down upon the world. A golden light path stretched from tens of thousands of miles away, as if descending from the heavens.
Moreover, shadows of people were seen in the four corners of the Sky-Patching Pavilion, with various beings, not just humans, coming to divide the land.
“Go, fight out. As long as one of us survives, the Sky-Patching Pavilion will not be considered destroyed,” the elder in the sect roared, with tears welling up in his murky old eyes.
The apocalypse had arrived, seeking the sacrificial moon ticket and treasure to survive the tribulation.
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